Missing you, April

Bich Thiem

March has passed.

As fast as the morning breeze

The scent of the highlands wafts through the porch.

The worker bees bustle around the hive.

Coffee blossoms release the sweet fragrance of spring.

And April has just arrived.

In my memories this morning

Did you see it?

April brings the gentle sound of the wind.

Farewell to the dry season

A sense of unfamiliarity at the changing of seasons.

In the sky, a few raindrops are falling.

I heard the rustling sound of children's joyful shouts.

I hear the rustling of leaves in my garden.

April

I miss you - the soldier who has gone far away.

Remember the song of the arduous march

Remembering the firelight of Hoang Cam's kitchen in the summer.

The meal my foster brother hastily cooked before we set off.

Every April – the season when the whole country mobilizes.

Let's sing the triumphant song of victory.

The Spring train sped across the mountain slope.

The North and South are united in a single embrace.

Oh, April!

I will always remember it with a sense of nostalgia.

The bright golden sunlight shines on the flags and flowers.

The square was spacious, and joy was overflowing.

In the eyes and smiles of so many people walking together.

Build and develop this land.

For a peaceful and happy life…

April

The twilight casts a purple hue, tinged with kitchen smoke.

Which bird's wing

Beckoning from the horizon...

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